| I’m from that city that breathed it
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| Live playa paper out there for everybody
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| Trailthem creepin make that paper stack
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| Ya’ll know we got them ballers and playaz
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| Playa bosses gangsta haters callin shots
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| U-haulers all caught up in that pen partna
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| Collectin my dough from do, slammin them Lincoln doors
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| Expensive clothes and ho’s be hollerin tinted windows bouncin
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| S — A — M — O — A — N that mafia soldier rollin to the top
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| No we never gon stop where we goin showin' all them …
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| It’s that Mafia Lyfestyle
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| Gangstas and thugstas and playaz we hustlin crazy
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| It’s that Mafia Lyfestyle
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| Perpatrators and snitches and haters, ya’ll dyin early
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| (Layzie Bone)
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| Dedicated to the niggas all across the globe
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| Gettin down for the grind tryin to make a lil dough
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| Real thugs hit em up just to let a nigga know Mo Thug nigga what?
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| Get the scrilla fa sho ballin outta control hit the yellow brick road
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| Nigga anything goes and we gotta survive
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| 24−7, 365 and I be ready to ride
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| Either thug or you die gimme a hug and don’t cry cuz I’m a get mine
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| Take this game on a whole nother level can you feel the pain?
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| Sometimes it be stressin me man
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| But the lesson you brang you well worth it
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| Ain’t nobody perfect but a nigga pilot ain’t nobody stop this Mo Thugs madness
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| Any nigga try then the shit is done, tragic
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| Real drastic, big clips on the automatics
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| It’s that Mafia Lyfestyle
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| Gangstas and thugstas and playaz we hustlin crazy
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| It’s that Mafia Lyfestyle
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| Perpatrators and snitches and haters, ya’ll dyin early
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| (The Godfather: Singing)
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| Momma don’t cry for me, my gangsta pain is from these ghetto streets
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| (The Riddler)
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| I’m all about my scrill-o
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| Illiminates that middle
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| That money green no dream
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| Triple beam turn them human beings to fiends
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| Socialize with no feds
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| Never will never did … now who did?
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| Playa like that don’t wanna live
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| Hater like that don’t wanna give
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| Paper out there for everybody
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| Don’t let that paper pay pass you by so thick
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| Then you die, don’t lay, I don’t lie
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| In the VIP, we gamble cheese, toast to that winning team
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| Table full of that Hennessy, enemies eyes is all on me
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| (Chorus till fade)
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| It’s that Mafia Lyfestyle
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| Gangstas and thugstas and playaz we hustlin crazy
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| It’s that Mafia Lyfestyle
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| Perpatrators and snitches and haters, ya’ll dyin early
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| (The Godfather: Singing over chorus)
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| My momma don’t cry for me, my gangsta pain is from these ghetto streets
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| Don’t cry for me, don’t cry for me |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mafia Lyfestyle, artist - Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E.. Album song Mafia Lyfestyle, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп